Between the staggered trees
a quilt of deer graze
Where a boy was
shot
For having a face
that reminded someone
Of terror The deer
taking in the earth
How it was given are holy
the way a chest is holy
After inhaling a choir
of bullets I too bleed
When the black cop
swears at me
To lick his pistol
I do I want
The breadth of the metal
to swell in my throat
Before placing the barrel
in my mouth
I say simply
The boy did nothing
Wrong He says
Don’t move
He unloads
the pistol
I swallow